A dialogue betwixt Lewis and the devil in the last year of his puissance: with his last will and testament This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A81431 of text R230243 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D1350A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A81431 Wing D1350A ESTC R230243 99896232 99896232 153903 2240908748

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A81431) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 153903) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2387:17) A dialogue betwixt Lewis and the devil in the last year of his puissance: with his last will and testament 1 sheet ([1] p.) printed by John Wallis, near the Green Dragon Tavern in Fleet-street, London : [1690] Date of publication from Wing (CD-ROM edition). In verse: "What shrill and eccho'd groans possess my soul?" Lewis = Louis XIV, King of France. Reproduction of original in the Newberry Library. eng Louis -- XIV, -- King of France, 1638-1715 -- Controversial literature -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England eebo A dialogue betwixt Lewis and the devil in the last year of his puissance: with his last will and testament. [no entry] 1690 1 548 6 0 0 0 0 0 109.49 F The rate of 109.49 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A DIALOGUE BETWIXT LEWIS and the DEVIL In the Last Year of His PUISSANCE : WITH HIS Last Will and Testament . LEWIS . WHat shrill and eccho'd Groans possess my Soul ? And what curs'd Fiends my Spirits thus controul ? Sure the Dog Cerberus begins to howl . DEVIL . Make haste away , I have prepared room ●● burning Flames , for Thee to have thy doom ; ●e'er trifle , for thy fatal Hour is come . LEWIS . Am I not Lewis , King of great Renown , Who all curs'd Hereticks did trample down ? Who dare withstand my Diadem and Crown ? DEVIL . Thou must submit , both Soul and Body too , And leave behind thee all thy Popish Crew : Thy Pomp must drop into the Shades below , ●nd thy curs'd Pride must have an Overthrow : Thou straight along to Hell must with me flee , There end thy Days in endless misery . LEWIS . Didst thou not promise to prolong my Years , ●nd keep me free from Jealousies , and Fears ? My bloody Hands thou givest power to spill The Blood of Hereticks , even at my Will. ●hall not thy dearest Friend escape thy Rage ? Will nothing but my Blood thy Wrath asswage ? ● took thee as a Friend , therefore forbear To hinder me in my Enjoyments here . DEVIL . Didst thou expect that I shou'd take the pains To help thee in thy Plots , and have no gains ? LEWIS . My Diadem and Crown I 'll freely give For to escape Eternity , and live . DEVIL . How canst thou live on Earth , and never dye ? Canst thou escape a vast Eternity ? No sure ! therefore make haste , and come away , Thy Soul and Body shall my Ransome pay ; In Hell's consuming Fire there shalt thou be Tormented still with Viper's cruelty . LEWIS . Since I no longer with thee can prevail ; Since all my worldly Power begins to fail : Since I have left no time for to repent My Sins ; here 's my last Will and Testament .
The WILL . Unto my Heir I Crown and Scepter leave , And my Tyrannick Actions do bequeath To him , that he may ne'er delight in Peace , But daily Wars and Rumours may increase ; That he his Subjects may oppress with Fear , And all the Hereticks in pieces tear : And when has laid his Kingdom all in gore , Be hurried hence unto the Stygian shore , And there enjoy me , who am gone before . To Jemmy I bequeath a Prince of Wales ; And would another , but my Vigour fails : But hope my Son and Heir so kindly prove , To dandle Molly in the Charms of Love . My Subject's Curses to the Pope I leave ; And thus my Worldly Goods I do bequeath . My stinking Tomb an Epitaph needs none , Since Soul and Body to the Devil 's gone .
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LONDON : Printed by John Wallis , near the Green Dragon Tavern in Fleet-street .